小螞蟻，搬月光

** Little ants carry moonlight

搬不動，哭斷腸

** Too heavy to bear, weeping in vain

一粒沙，一碗湯

** One grain of sand, a bowl of soup

喝不完，天就亮

** Undrunk when dawn breaks

螞蟻在經幡下搬家

** Ants relocate beneath prayer flags

馱著比身軀沉重的年華

** Bearing years heavier than their frames

轉經筒搖落一粒沙

** Prayer wheels shake loose a sand grain

就夠我們 用一生 消化

** Enough to consume our whole life

山在誦經 雲在抄寫

** Mountains chant sutras, clouds transcribe

我們不過是 錯別字一行

** We're but a line of typos

多麼渺小啊 像佛前未燃盡的香

** How minuscule, like incense unburned before Buddha

彎曲的煙 還學著菩薩模樣

** Its curling smoke mimics the Bodhisattva

多麼驕傲啊 用傷痕計算光年

** How proud, measuring light-years with scars

在永恆掌心 開出自毀的花

** Self-destructive flowers bloom in eternity's palm

風把雪山念成往生咒

** Wind recites snow peaks as death mantra

我們跪成 朝聖的標點

** We kneel as pilgrimage punctuation

瑪尼堆在練習遺忘

** Cairns practice forgetting

而我們的倔強 正在風乾

** Our stubbornness dries in the wind

當流星開始超度沙粒

When meteors absolve sand grains

誰在廢墟裡 撿拾自己的舍利

** Who gathers their relics in ruins?

多麼渺小啊 像大地脫落的痂

** How minuscule, like earth's shed scabs

帶著痛癢 向遠方攀爬

** Crawling afar with itching pain

多麼奢侈啊 用整條銀河釀酒

** How extravagant, brewing wine with the Milky Way

醉倒之前 數清身上所有傷疤

** Counting every scar before collapse

聽——

** Listen—

一粒塵埃

** A speck of dust

在梵唱裡

** In Sanskrit chants

找到了

** Finds

它的袈裟

** Its monk's robe